[Hook: Julius]
Let's be f**in' real; my n***a, let's be f**in' real
Let's be f**in' real; my n***a, let's be f**in' real
Le-le-le-let's be f**in' real (Real, real, real, real, real)
Let's be f**in' real (Real, real, real, real, real)
n***a, let's be f**in' real; my n***a, let's be f**in' real
Are we gone be real my n***a? Let's be f**in' real
Le-le-le-let's be f**in' real (Real, real, real, real, real)
Let's be f**in' real (Real, real, real, real, real)
[Verse 1]
Okay, y'all rappers should stop your jokin'
Your music ain't thought-provoking
n***a, you make songs for hoes
At best, you just thot-provoking
I mean, where are all the b**hes that spit?
The game need more women and sh**
I mean Iggy dope, Nicki dope, Angel Haze is dope
But that's the end of the list
I miss rappers like MC Lyte, she had a lot of sh** to say
When the last time you've seen a b**h spit aggressively?
Oh, when Solange spit at Jay?
Maaan, Hip Hop losin' it's edge; you fans should take a stand
We went from "f** The Police" to "Bandz a Make Her Dance"
I don't wanna hear no more rappers say they hustle crack
n***a I hustle rap, shut yo' trap, f** yo' trap
n***a be hollerin' bout pitchin' that white girl
But you ain't pitchin' no white girl
n***as sellin' to their own kind, n***as so blind
Man I'm so sick, I might hurl
I'm a keep dissin' y'all n***as
Go ahead and act all up in arms
We can beef n***a, I won't run
I just buy more guns, yeah n***a, up my arms
I mean, who gone f**in' harm me? Better have a f**in' army
I'm from the Shoe Gang, so horseshoe be my lucky charm
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Maan, what the f** is up? Don't f** with us
Dem Shoe boys dem rude boys
Why the blood clot you wanna rough with us?
Hip Hop losin' its edge
The whole industry is nothin' but p**y
A n***a like me trynna f** p**y
Y'all f**boys just want bu*t p**y
So-called thugs in videos dress like f*gs and I'm like WOW!!
I ain't feelin' that sh**, not one bit, but look that's your lifestyle
Wait, let's be real though, I don't mean disrespect to Digg yo
In the 70s & 80s, n***as like Furious Five was dressed like weirdos
n***as still use autotune, huh?
f** it, do what you need to bruh
But if you a rapper consistently usin' autotune
Then you weak as f**
I'm bangin'! I'm bangin'! I'm famous momma, I'm bangin'
f** that, I'm a bang this llama, I'm crazy
Promise, insane asylums I sleep in
n***as be on WorldStar talkin' bout weak beef
They don't never talk about police beef
I'm a find a racist cop's address
It's gone be a Spike Lee retweet repeat
Who dissin' the COB and sh**?
Where he at? I'm a find this b**h
He gotta bada** wife? I'm a tap that twice
I ain't likin' her eyes [?]
[Hook]